This is Amber Phillips from Danielson.
Danielson is right in the heart of Connecticut’s asshole, and is the epicenter of the Connecticut Corridor’s ratchetness. It breeds people like this tunaflap casserole with the “disease” that makes her rob and steal from people. But she especially preys on good samaritans who try to help her out:
This is why I will never, ever feel bad for junkies. I will always feel bad for their families, because many of them were presumably functional, law abiding citizens before they got the “disease” that makes them steal from people in order to buy poison from Diego that they voluntarily inject into their bloodstream. They have to sit back and watch as their loved ones throw their lives away, knowing there is nothing they can do to stop it.
But the junkies themselves are ultimately terrible people who are choosing to live this lifestyle and manipulate people into getting what they want. Their desires are 100% selfish and there are a million and one resources out there available for them to get clean. But they don’t wanna get clean, so this is why we shame them. Because everything up until this point has failed.
And did I mention she has not one, but two vaj dumplings sitting at home, including a baby?
Fuck your disease. Ya know what’s powerful? Love for your children. It can make women do superhuman things, like overcoming addiction. But ultimately she likes drugs more than she likes her own flesh and blood so she chooses that. Her disease isn’t addiction so much as it is selfishness.
According to her she doesn’t talk to family anymore because they “wanna butt into my life.”
And by “butt into my life” she means, “urge her to put down the crackpipe and take care of her kid.” Or maybe, according to others, stop fucking your family member’s spouses.
“Do what makes you happy girl.”
And therein lies the problem. Our society is too obsessed with telling people that they should do what makes them happy. If your happiness involves abandoning your kids, stealing from good samaritans, and treating your stench trench like an Air B&B, then you should be probably try to be miserable instead of happy. Fuck your happiness.
She’s also mad that no one would take her to her suboxone appointments.
Because it’s the job of other people to make sure you trade drug addiction for…..another kind of drug addiction.
Looks like her family member’s spouses aren’t the only ones with access to her chlamydia cavern either. Just ask Kerry, the woman with a million names whose husband Amber allegedly serviced.
Then again when the best advice your friends can give you is to not get married in order to keep getting state services while not having a job……
…I guess you don’t really have many good voices in your ear telling you to get your shit together.
What really sucks is the person who tried to help her will probably stop helping people at this, and I can’t say I blame them. The world needs charitable people, but skankatrons like Amber make them less likely to lend a helping hand to those in need.
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